31 JUL 88
A MESSAGE TO THE OVERWEIGHT
She fell asleep on the floor -
she couldn't make it to the door.
Her head was pounding,
her stomach was sore.
Come hither she cried
with a shameless whine.
I had too much to eat,
when we dined.
I ate none stop,
ohhh... move me to the sink,
I am about to pop!
CALDER WOLFE